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We watch as Peter forces my girlfriend to rub her pussy for him and bring herself to the very edge before being **** to stop. We watch her writhe in lustful agony as she begs another man.

“Please Sir. Fuck me. Fuck your little fuck toy. Please, Sir. Please!”

Emma was enraptured by it all. Seeing her sister like this must be quite the experience. She absently drank her wine and stared transfixed. My girlfriend and I watch both the video as well as the effect it was having on Emma.

We listen to my girl whine and literally beg for release. She would plead to be fucked by him, but he just sat. We watch her splayed body squirm like a worm on a hook. We watch him masterfully command the scene and casually sip his drink. And we watch me sit there and take it all in. The shots of myself were almost comedic interspersed among the hot as hell other angles. First we'd see Jane spread open and rubbing her pussy with the back of Peter's head in the foreground. Then we'd see the same from the opposite angle, seeing Peter's calm face as he watched her. And then we'd just see me sitting there in my clothes, stock still and my eyes bugging out. I had to admit I looked rather pathetic.

Emma mutters. “Fuck John, I can't believe you'd just sit and watch this. He's gonna fuck your girl!”

“He he he. Just wait, it gets better.” Her sister tells her.

“I want something new from you whore. Something no one else has had. Something I can lay claim to.”

“Yes Sir. Whatever you wish Sir.”

“I'll start with the obvious I suppose. Have you done anal?”

“No Sir. No anal.”

Emma turns to us. “Wait... NO WAY! You say you never would!”

Jane gives a guilty smile. “I was under his power Sis. I would have done anything he said at that point. He's a hell of a man that Peter.” Her own voice then comes from the speakers.

“You would be the first Sir.”

Emma just shakes her head and returns her attention to the screen.

Soon the part with Peter and I's cocks play out just as I remembered it. The surprise, the brief anger, the confusion, and the reveal. Then the comparison. The high def video, even at a distance, made no secret of the disparity in girth between the two men. I listen once more to my girl tell Peter how much bigger he was and how I wasn't hung at all. Emma squirms and blushes and cannot hold back her awkward laughter as we watch my girlfriend and Peter go through great lengths to belittle my manhood.

“Fuck...nice cock! On Peter, obviously.” Emma finally says. “This Peter, is he single?”

“Yeah, but he's a player.”

“Mmmmm.” Emma hums. “It would be a fun night.”

They share a sisterly laugh.

“His friend Billy's free. And he's got a nice long cock. Longer than...well, ya know.” She pats my chest.

“You didn't!” Emma says. “Billy? The young blonde boy?”

“I did.” Jane brags. “And Billy's no boy.”

They laugh in unison once more.

It is not long after that my big moment arrives. Jane's voice rings out.

“Ohhhh...ohhhh...OHHHHHHH GOD! Soooooo full!”

We were cycling from Camera 1 to Camera 2 at this point so we don't actually see me cum but we do watch as both the lovers stop and turn to look at me with surprise and bemusement. We hear my muffled moans as I nut all over myself. Peter and Jane both start to laugh.

As does Emma and my girlfriend here in the room with me.

“That's what made you cream yourself!? Ha ha ha ha!” Emma marvels. “Jesus Christ dude. I've heard of hair trigger, but not NO trigger! Ha ha ha ha!”

“He he he he” My girl giggles and wriggles against me. She playfully pinches my nipple through my shirt.

My cock could not be harder. The video continues, switching briefly to me as I finish my lonely orgasm. The lovers tease me then return their attentions to each other. My girlfriend begins to ride Peter.

“Never mind him.”

She says. Then I hear a line I had missed the first time through, so out of it I was from my fevered climax.

“Show him how a real man fucks his girl Sir.”

I damn near blasted in my pants right there. What follows is Peter's tour de ****. During the night I had been up close and personal with most of the action, seeing from a distance was even more impressive. He moved with a snakelike fluidity. His every motion smooth and in control. I watch in awe as he fucks my girl like a porn star. She cries out in passion, thanking the heavens above for the thick dick filling her pussy. She says over and over about how exquisitely full she felt. Letting it be known to all that not only did he have her boyfriend beat in technique, but also in size.

Each time the third camera would come up, showing me sweaty and mess with my limp cock slumped over my leg, there would be small tittering laughs from Emma.

“Awwww, look at him. Poor little fella. All tuckered out.” She was feeling the wine now, being on her third glass, and was loosening up. She looks at me straight in the eyes with a big pouting lip. “Was he all tuckered out? Poor wittle willy. All played out.”

“Fear not. He will rise again!” I tell her dramatically.

She laughs and looks at me with a strange look in her eye. She was seeing me in a whole new light. “Oh goodie, I'm missing the comedy relief.”

“He cums after only twenty strokes.” Jane says. “I counted.”

“Uh...spoilers!” Her sister echoes back the words she had said earlier. They both laugh once more.

We continue to watch the man with the body so similar to mine skillfully and seemingly effortlessly bring the woman out of Jane again and again and again. I watch from a third person view this time as they fuck beside me, in front of me, against me, and on me.

At one point Emma just can't help but blurt out. “Jesus Christ, you're such a chump John. Giving your girl to that stallion. What were you thinking? This is fucked. Hot, but fucked.”

“Cuck.” My girlfriend corrects her. “He's not a chump, he's a cuck.” She leans up and kisses my cheek.

Emma scoffs. “Whatever.” I could tell her regard for me had definitely shifted, her tone was far more derisive than I'd ever heard before. Not unfriendly mind you, just with much less respect.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell startles all of us.

“Shit.” I say. “Now? It figures. Who could that be?”

My girlfriend stops the video, closes her lap top, then turns off the television.

She stands up. “Oh good. There's that live entertainment I was telling you about.”

Emma and I look at each other, both equally confused. During this stunned silence Jane happily skips around the couch and goes to open the door.

Standing there, in an obviously fake police man's outfit, was my muscular friend Brandon. The uniform was armless and he wore it with the top few buttons undone. He had on a shiny plastic badge, a cheap looking costume hat, and on his belt were plastic cuffs and a replica nightstick. He is looking at his phone with a very puzzled expression on his face. He looks up as the door swings wide.

His eyes look my girlfriend up and down then quickly scans over to me. “Uh...hey bro. Uhhh... Did you order a stripper?”

Before I could say a word Jane exclaims. “Oh my god! I told you guys not to get me a stripper! Ha ha ha ha!”

She takes Brandon's bulging arm and pulls him into the house, swinging the door closed behind him.

My girl goes on. “Oh geez. I told John and Jane that I just wanted a nice quiet birthday.” She had just called her sister by her own name. “They teased me and said they'd get me a stripper! God, I can't believe they actually did! That sister of mine! Ha ha ha! You guys!”

Brandon still looked a bit weirded out being here at my place. He and I kept looking at each other warily. As I look at my girlfriend feeling his big bicep I realize that these two had never actually met before. Brandon was the kind of friend you didn't introduce to your girlfriend. The kind of guy you went out with when you wanted to go out and get stupid. The kind of guy who would invariably say the wrong thing at the wrong time. They had heard plenty about each other, but never actually met face to face.

Emma catches on to what was happening a split second before I do. She moves from the loveseat to come kneel beside me. “Surprise Emma!” She says to Jane. They both laugh like excited teens. “We hope you like it.”

Emma slipped straight into the role of my girlfriend. She looked enough like her sister that she could easily pass for her to someone who had only been given a verbal description. This was...genius! So much for the ground rules, Jane was playing off her own script.

Brandon looks at me with a grin, seeing the hot pair of sisters he was getting into this now. I knew him well enough to know me being there wouldn't be enough to make him back out. There wasn't much I couldn't imagine Brandon doing just for shits and giggles. He was kinda nuts.

“You hire me special bro?” He asks with a smirk. His insinuation hung heavy in the air.

“Uh, no actually. I didn't even know you stripped!” I reply honestly.

He shrugs. “Yeah, I keep it on the down low. Peter knew, but that's it. What can I say? Gotta pay them bills brah.”

My girlfriend fakes her surprise. “Oh! You know the stripper!?” She asks oh so innocently. “What a coincidence!”

I just shake my head. “Unbelievable.”

She laughs and tugs on his arm again. “Don't mind them, they're just going to watch. They like to watch the filthy pair of them.” She beams with excitement. “My name is Emma and I'm the birthday girl. You're here for me.” Running a hand over his heaving chest she asks. “Soooo...are you the kind of stripper that just...ya know...strips?”

He smiles from ear to ear. “Oh, I offer ALL services Ma'am.” He flexes his chest and does that pec pump thing all the muscle guys could do. “Call me Officer Brandon.”

“Yes Officer!” She says. “You should probably know...I've been a bad, bad girl.”